Egg Puns

Even in my studio I sit,

Egged on by lousy, indecent puns.

Even the eggs themselves cannot

Enjoy the

Egg-celent jokes I make!

Every day I ponder:

“Enough! This is not worth it-

Each little thing I do!”

Each day I find it

Evilly plays on my mind,

Entering into speech,

Even though there is no

Egg-tra contest in England.

Eagerly I try to not

Enjoy the work I do.

Eggs jokes, they have a way,

Enticing me onwards,

Each and every day.

The End

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